Melkor watched in strange, almost detached fascination as his servant became undone. The blast of heat scorched his face; lips parted, he stood, buffeted by power the like of which reminded him of the first days of the world. His dark hair whipped back from his face like a lash of shadow, and he closed his eyes, feeling for what Mairon would do in the grip of such red rage, for just maybe—
His black eyes snapped open when he felt the invisible force move, swift as a shark in the water, and they just schooling fish, now—
The stone at his feet have hardened into warped shapes, without Mairon's heat, and his form flickers like static in shadow, reappearing beside his servant. He cast the shelter of his own power over the ruin of blood and bone, jaw set. Bid bone and flesh to knit together, though even that simple task strained him thin, forced a degree of focus that quickly set his temples to panging.
He smoothed fair hair from a fairer brow, and told himself he would not flee, he would not flee, terror would not rule him again. For they were just fish now, half-blind and mostly senseless in a world full of predators easily their match. Mouth set and eyes flat, he says only,
no subject
How beautiful.
Melkor watched in strange, almost detached fascination as his servant became undone. The blast of heat scorched his face; lips parted, he stood, buffeted by power the like of which reminded him of the first days of the world. His dark hair whipped back from his face like a lash of shadow, and he closed his eyes, feeling for what Mairon would do in the grip of such red rage, for just maybe—
His black eyes snapped open when he felt the invisible force move, swift as a shark in the water, and they just schooling fish, now—
The stone at his feet have hardened into warped shapes, without Mairon's heat, and his form flickers like static in shadow, reappearing beside his servant. He cast the shelter of his own power over the ruin of blood and bone, jaw set. Bid bone and flesh to knit together, though even that simple task strained him thin, forced a degree of focus that quickly set his temples to panging.
He smoothed fair hair from a fairer brow, and told himself he would not flee, he would not flee, terror would not rule him again. For they were just fish now, half-blind and mostly senseless in a world full of predators easily their match. Mouth set and eyes flat, he says only,
"I am taking you from here."
And begins indelicately to gather Mairon to him.